Lights out

Lyrics

[Intro] Rock City nigga; yeah Mics up, lights out Yo, yo [Verse 1] You think I call myself "king" just cus I want love? Like it's easy to blow a whole city that once was There wouldn't even be a Midwest without Bone Thugs Try to knock me off my square nigga, I won't budge Goin' for broke, speak in the street for coins(?) I keep heat in the jeep, you can't beep what's wrong(?) Try that strong arm shit, and you get buried alive All you niggas is Big, but none of y'all Ready To Die It's a freak mind game we play when we smart You say "it's a art", but nothin you sayin' with your heart It's a sixth sense that real niggas die Yo, we know, you just know if you a hoe or not If I could filter out the game, I would I'll speak the niggas name, I'mma bet they got the same opinions about me It's like a two-way street with two cars racin' each other On the right track, you on the wrong way on the other Uh, yeah, yo [Chorus] Mics up, lights out (yeah) Real niggas on the prowl (wooh) Still drink if it ain't mine Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs Yeah Mics up, lights out (yeah) Real niggas on the prowl (wooh) Still drink if it ain't mine Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs [Verse 2] (Yo) I robbed a nigga before, but do that make me a thug? Or stupid and young? The things a nigga can do with a gun Never put fear in my heart, I'm talkin' all loud and obnoxious Which most of you do when you pop shit I'm paying the price now cus it cost to shine And whoever thought I lost it had lost their mind, nigga Look into the eyes of this nigga before you judge him You better be prepared to die for this nigga before you love him Yo, my shit is real cus I'm the realest And fuck ill, you can be the illest See how many real niggas feel it I don't ever plan to go back to the streets that's cold Back to work with a motherfuckin' (?) in the hole(?) Lost with blind motivation, I ain't a thug I'd rather be Royce da five apostrophe nine quotation So how you love that nigga? The game can change You got a problem on your hands, and it's a nigga with brains Yeah [Chorus] Mics up, lights out (yeah) Real niggas on the prowl (wooh) Still drink if it ain't mine Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs Yeah Mics up, lights out (yeah) Real niggas on the prowl (wooh) Still drink if it ain't mine Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs [Outro] Royce Da 5'9" Lights out Royce Da 5'9" Lights Out Royce Da 5'9" Lights Out DJ (?)